This is a song about "Little ducks"

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

You are a little tuna fish

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You all are just sitting ducks

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Bring that shit the fuck back

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Lady at the frank stand will

Or maybe too little

We follow the prophets like imma line a couple ducks when i hit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite